Olga Gromyko. The poor Koschei say a word (№ 165559)

... out of the quiet came a sound of thunder, broke the roof, opened up the ceiling, flew into the tower of gray-winged Falcon, hit the floor and became a good fellow. Reeling well done, as with the census, speaks Julianna, and in the middle of a high forehead bruise grows, Matures.
- Koschey, so-you-rastak, you got here before the carpet shamahanskaya lay!